I picked up a book from the library on a whim, and whooo, boy, it turned out to be a tinhat treasure. According to Kenneth King in Germs Gone Wild, America's biological warfare and research laboratories are nefarious hotbeds of security lapses, sleeper agents, and dark political conspiracies. In truth, some of his assertions aren't so far-fetched when you consider that the country does have a sordid history of secret experimentation on its unwilling or unsuspecting citizenry, and it would hardly surprise me to learn that Uncle Sam was as arrogant and sloppy in his security protocols as he is in his accounting or adherence to the precepts that fostered his birth in 1776, but the tone is so conspiratorial, snide, and shrewish that all I can see when I read is some guy who looks like Tommy Chong and lives in a van with rusted rocker panels by the city dump, chain-smoking and compulsively scratching and unrolling blueprints he lifted from the local library, while you try to ignore the jars of urine in the backseat and pretend he doesn't smell like institutional compost.
The book just has the distinct whiff of butthurt, morally-superior weenie determined to show you his learnings(not to mention the manly vigor of his peen), and it is a delight.
The book just has the distinct whiff of butthurt, morally-superior weenie determined to show you his learnings(not to mention the manly vigor of his peen), and it is a delight.
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